- Dec 26, 2022
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The stars above have never been kind; part of her wonders now if they gleam so brightly overhead only to mock them now - only to mock her. Too much has changed since the eve of her warriors ceremony and truly she should be used to it, there were so little constants in her life but it felt like now she'd blinked and suddenly she was thrust into a world that had left her behind. Weaselclaw was dead, so was Snailstride and Badgermoon may as well be. She hadn't uttered a word to her brothers in moons and her mother was as elusive as the fleeting love she may have once held for her daughter. The one distraction she truly had her one real prerogative and what kept her sane was the training of her apprentice but he was no longer a little shadow he was her equal now. She should be proud, happy for his sake but happiness was a commodity in these days and Firefang wasn't the type to hide her frustrations with a smile but no longer is she so inclined to spit harassments at her 'lessers' she's just been too preoccupied whenever she wasn't patrolling, fighting, or hunting she spent her days wistfully wondering if there was anything she could've done differently, if it would've even mattered.
For all she knew Badgermoon had always been a conspiring snake wearing a happy grin a master of manipulation no one saw coming, he had been her final mentor the one who'd actually tried with her and it makes her sick whenever her mind reminds her of his words and gentle coaxing. She fears what his reputation may have done to her own, so she's kept her head down dutifully agreed to every word and order said nothing at all - like anything had really changed. She would still follow Sootstar into a collapsing tunnel if she ordered it, that had never changed her loyalty was unflinching. She wouldn't question - she couldn't. Badgermoon had made his choice knowing he'd lose cats who meant far greater to him then her - she wasn't anything of importance. She didn't care. He'd pay for his sins one day but she hopes they do not meet again - if not for his sake then her own.
There is nothing she could've done for Weaselclaw, merely hiss at the stars for their cruelty and watch from the sidelines painfully as his family mourned. And what of Snailstride? They hated her anyway, she'd made sure of it and he'd take his ire with him to the grave. She wouldn't have sought his forgiveness anyway but she took no pleasure in watching him be buried. They were never quiet friends and they never would be now.
Lately she doesn't feel the panging of her stomach, even if prey was plentiful she had little appetite to begin with and what little she craved she was willing to sacrifice to those who needed it more. if there was one thing she was it was a survivor for better or worse, she was born to fight until she couldn't anymore and she doubted such a thing like sickness or hunger would be her end. Still she's affected even if she won't show it, she looks tired her eyes more sunken in as the days pass - yet as hollow as they may be there is still that unmistakable spark a flame that couldn't be quelled. Like a trapped fox she was only buying time, she still had a ravenousness to her still had fight and she knew sooner rather then later she'd have a chance to gnash her teeth and wet her claws with the ichor of victory. For Windclans honor - for her own.
But today wasn't that day. She never idles for long, always impatient to get out camp. Her tail twitches behind her impatiently as she looks around her peripherals trying to see who was around. With a breath the dark furred warrior would let out a loud meow ❝I'm goin' huntin'!❞ she starts, she had debated just going alone but while she is confident in her abilities to fight off any intruders if they ran into them she supposes it'd be beneficial to have extra muscle if it comes down to that. ❝Long as ya dun' annoy me I can care less who comes along❞ she's sure some of the apprentices would be without mentors, Starclan above it felt like they had more sick cats then healthy cats. Not counting their dead...